Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2016 22:12:14 +0000
From: Mike Anderson
Subject: Comic Books Part 5
Disclaimer:
This story is fiction about teenage boys do what teenage boys find
enjoyable, including boy on boy sex (eventually!) Read at your own
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life. Any resemblance to someone real is purely coincidental. All rights
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events that we call come to Nifty for, but this story is about a first
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Comic Books Part 5 by Mike Anderson
MARCH 2
Mikey Allen still felt the glow of victory as he walked into the
hotel room. He'd finished second in his heat of the 500 meter freestyle.
He would be competing in the finals tomorrow. Mikey was the first freshman
from Forest Glade High School to make it to the state swim competition and
he would be in the finals!
Andy Williams was laying on the double bed closest to the bathroom as he
surfed through the channels. "Hey, stud," he greeted Mikey, "that was some
impressive swimming. I don't get how you distance guys can keep it up for
so long."
"Of course not, you sprinters blow your wad and then you're through,
where's the fun in that?" Mikey retorted.
Mike "Mikey" Allen was short at 5'4", but he had broad shoulders from his
extensive swim training. He also raced the butterfly, but hadn't quite
been fast enough to qualify in that event. Unlike his brother, Mike had
sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. No one would guess they were twins, let
alone brothers. Mikey was a spitting image of his dad, while his brother
Bart took after their mom's side of the family.
Andy was in eleventh grade and had qualified in the 50 meter freestyle. He
was the only other non-senior on the trip and thus had been paired with the
freshman. Andy's frame was tall and lanky. He was 6'2" and weighed a light
140 pounds. As Mikey set his duffle down on the bed, Andy raised his shirt
and started scratching his stomach. He wondered if his assumption about
little Mikey was correct. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey look
up, involuntarily attracted by the movement. Keeping his eyes on the TV,
Andy shoved his hand down the front of his shorts and readjusted himself,
lifting his mid section slightly and then pulled his hand out and lowered
his shirt.
By all appearances, Andy was simply doing what all guys do, a much needed
adjustment to the goods. He was happy to note, however, that Mikey's gaze
didn't shift away until he was done. Not letting his mental smile touch
his face, Andy's hopes for having a little fun with the cute freshmen
inched a little closer to reality.
"Wish there was something good on TV, 50 stations and nothing but crap to
watch," Andy complained. He flipped off the television, got up and grabbed
his bag, from which he pulled out his laptop. He booted it up and logged
into the hotel internet as Mikey pulled his wet speedo and towel from his
bag and walked into the bathroom to hang them up to dry. Andy heard the
toilet seat being raised, followed by the sound of Mikey emptying his
bladder. He had left the door open, and Andy could see his butt completely
exposed. Was that intentional? Andy wondered. He found himself squirming
a little, needing to adjust his package again, this time for real.
He heard the flush and then the sound of clothing fall to the floor. Mikey
emerged in just a pair of bright green low rise briefs. Mikey's package
was full enough to cause the fabric around his legs to leave a little gap.
"Sorry, forgot to grab my shorts," Mikey apologized as he walked past.
Andy couldn't stop his eyes from following that awesome display. Mikey's
bag was on the floor and he had to bend over to ruffle through it. Was it
happenstance or on purpose that he bent over right at the spot that his ass
was directly in Andy's line of sight? Was he just reading too much into
all this? Either way, Andy could feel his hormones kicking into gear. The
flood of testosterone through his body was beginning to make him a little
tipsy on lust. Finally, Mikey found the shorts he wanted and pulled them
on, but then just as quickly he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his
head. He sat down on his bed with his back against the headboard, crossed
his legs at his ankles and placed his hands behind his head.
Andy could have sworn the room was instantly filled with a musky boy scent
that he was sure emanated from Mikey's pit. He glanced over and was
rewarded with the site of Mikey's smooth pits exposed through the cut out
side of the shirt. His horniness ratched up another notch.
"What're you going to watch?" Mikey inquired.
"Not sure...you like a good horror flick? Or comedy?"
"Whatever ... horror would be cool."
"Remember watching Jeepers Creepers?" Andy had brought that to the first
swim team Captain's party which had been right before Halloween.
"Yeah, that was freaking awesome."
"We could watch the sequel..." Andy had seen it a couple of times. It was
great because it had several scenes with hot shirtless boys, but enough
cute girls no questioned the choice. The movie was more campy than scary,
but enjoyable.
"Sure," Mikey replied. He got off his bed and laid down next to Andy so he
could see the screen. Being a double bed, there was not much room.
Before Andy started the movie, he got out of bed and turned out all the
lights. He laid back down leaving a small, but definite space between the
boys. Mikey would lazily kick his kick his legs up occasionally as the
movie played. Both boys had a pillow scrunched under their chests for
comfort.
There was one scene in the movie where a group of shirtless guys were all
pissing in a field. Mikey apparently needed to adjust some, because
towards the end of the scene, he lifted up a bit and resettled
himself. Only when he had resettled, he had moved a couple inches closers
to Andy. Their hips would now touch if one of the boys rocked a little.
Andy decided that he had the green light to push things a bit. He kicked
his right leg back and when he came back down he let it fall on top of
Mikey's leg. He swung it up again and left it bent for a bit, then again
lowered it onto Mikey's bare leg. This time he left it. Mikey didn't move a
bit at the contact.
About a minute later, Mikey lifted up his hips to reposition himself and
moved close enough to Andy that their hips were pressed against each other.
Andy glanced over and saw that Mikey was still focused on the movie,
glaringly so. For the rest of the movie, Andy kept his leg on Mikey's,
slowly rubbing it back and forth every once in awhile. Ever more
frequently, Mikey was starting to squirm and have a need to readjust his
hips.
At one point during the movie, when the creeper jumped out, Mikey gave a
start and again squeezed up against Andy as he buried his face in his
pillow for a couple of seconds. That was enough for Andy. He pushed
himself up and straddled Mikey's lower back. He then started massaging
this hard shoulder muscles. He leaned forward and paused the movie,
switching to another window that was already opened to Pandora and started
playing some country music.
As he was leaned over Mikey, he whispered to him, "Let me give you a good
massage, so that you are ready for tomorrow."
"Sounds nice," Mikey replied, and then added, "my lower back is really
tight."
Andy smiled as he moved his hands down to the small of Mikey's back. He
was just as fit there, the muscles were built and toned. Mikey let out a
contented sigh, and then asked, "You mind if I sleep here tonight, the
movie got me a little freaked?"
Mikey didn't sound freaked out, but whatever made him comfortable was
Andy's motto. "Sure, bro. That's great with me." He moved his hands lower
and slipped them under Mikey's shorts, caressing his ass through his
underwear.
No sooner had he made his move, but then Mikey rolled his body slightly
making Andy think he might have misjudged after all.
"I gotta take a leak," Mikey explained and continued to roll out of the
bed. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. Again, he left
the door open. Andy watched him as he dropped his shorts and underwear to
the floor. He heard his piss hit the water. The toilet flushed. And Mikey
walked back wearing only the shirt, his cock pointing the way back to the
bed.
"Hope you don't mind, but I sleep commando." Mikey smiled and gave a
slight nervous laugh at his one-liner.
Andy found his mouth suddenly dry and unable to speak. He'd tried to hook
up with guys on several occasions, but it had never panned out. He'd never
been this close to a hard cock that wasn't his own or on a computer
screen. He had hoped something might happen, but never really expected it
too. But here was Mikey showing off his rigid boy meat all for Andy's
enjoyment.
Mikey climbed back into bed, lying on his side facing Andy. He placed his
hand on Andy's chest and started to caress his pecs. He moved south,
circling his stomach and playing with Andy's belly button. Andy still was
a bit in shock. Somehow this freshman had flipped the table and taken the
lead.
Andy gasped as Mikey's hand slipped into his pants and started rubbing his
underwear. Mikey leaned in and whispered, "Why don't you get a little more
comfortable." Andy nodded and pulled his shorts and underwear off. Now he
was completely naked. Mikey moved over and rolled Andy on his back while
he lay on top of him. There cocks were pressed together. Mikey scooted up
on Andy's chest some and reached over him to the touchpad on the mouse.
Andy found his mouth and nose pinned in Mikey's armpit. He gave off a
musky smell that still had an essence of chlorine.
"Hope you don't mind, but I'm not much of a country fan." He switched the
station to the indie channel and was rewarded with Imagine Dragons. He
returned to the spot that allowed their cocks to line up together and
started to grind slowly. He gazed into Andy's brown eyes as he sensually
rocked back and forth. Andy melted. His body began to tingle in
anticipation as Mikey lowered his face towards Andy. Six inches, four
inches, one inch and then their lips touched. Mikey's tongue sought
entrance, and Andy obliged.
They swapped tongues for a bit, and then Mikey pulled back. He sat up so
that their two cocks had some freedom. Both boys were hairless, having
shaved all their pubes for the state meet, a swimming tradition. Though he
as shorter and younger, Mikey sported the thicker and slightly longer
shaft, his 6.5" to Andy's 6". Mikey reached down, grabbed both pieces of
meat and slowly stroked while he rocked back and forth slightly. Andy let
out a moan, the feelings coursing through his body were intense. A drop of
pre-cum bubbled out of the tip of his penis. Mikey stopped stroking and
with his free hand, touched his finger to it to collect the clear nectar
and then sucked it into his mouth. He turn returned his finger to the cock
drool, picked up another drop and then rubbed it over Andy's lips. Andy's
tongue darted out to get a taste of his own spunk.
Mikey had never done anything like this before either. But he had
definitely wanted to. He had his suspicions about Andy .... and they were
definitely spot on. He was still on his high from the swim meet and
definitely in the mood to play. There was one thing in particular that he
wanted to do, well taste anyway ... He grabbed Andy's shoulders and pulled
him to the edge of the bed. With Andy sitting on the edge, he got down on
his knees between his legs and moved in for the prize....
...
The next morning, Mikey was on a mission. He needed to get over to
the convenience store across the street from the hotel, make his purchase,
and then get back to the hotel for the morning team meeting. He looked at
his watch, he only had 15 minutes. He jogged over to the cross
walk. Traffic was heavy and he didn't dare cross against the light, but at
soon as the white walk figure lit up, he dashed towards the other side.
BANG ... a loud noise caused Mikey to look up just in time to gaze
upon the last thing he'd ever see ... fast approaching headlights.
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5
The two boys continued to look each other in the eyes. Their faces
... their lips ... drew slightly closer. Eyes closed as lips drew even
closer .... Closer .....
"WHAT THE FUCK! BART, you're going to make out with this little
piggy?" The booming voice crashed home on the boys like an avalanche of
freezing snow.
Tanner and Bart jolted back to reality and turned instinctively
towards the voice ... Keith ... of course. He was standing about five feet
away wearing his muscle shirt looking like a raging bull.
"What the fuck do you care, Winslow?" Bart asked, referring to
Keith by his last name. Despite the words, he didn't sound angry or pissed
... more sad.
"You were about to KISS HIM!"
"What are you talking about?" Bart asked, sounding like Keith had
just asked the most inane question ever. "Tanner and I were having a
private conversation about none of your business." His tone was neither
defensive, nor heated. It wasn't even resigned, maybe exasperated would be
the best description.
Tanner, had no doubts they were about to kiss. At least, he knew he was
about to kiss Bart. Yet, truth be told, now that the moment had passed,
the thought of kissing Bart seemed entirely ridiculous. Maybe Bart wasn't
moving in for some lip action and he had read his friend completely wrong.
Keith, thankfully, also seemed to rethink what he had seen.
"I know what I saw ... you and Brennan .. here ... under the tree ...,"
Keith trailed off no longer sure he had read the situation right.
Tanner decided to let Bart do the talking, so remained quiet. Bart, keying
in on that, decided to change the topic. "What are you doing out? Don't
you have class?"
"Of course I do, numb nuts. Just like you do, I might add." Keith's tone
sounded like it had a slight pout to it. "Mr. Rand asked me to come check
on you to make sure you hadn't done something to yourself." His last
statement actually sounded like he himself might even had been a tad bit
worried. As if he realized he sounded soft, Keith added authoritatively.
"And he wants you two to get your punk asses back to class before he has to
report you as truant."
"Go ... tell Mr. Rand we're on our way."
Keith hesitated as if he was going to wait for them, but Bart waved him off
and he left looking like a dog who'd lost his favorite bone.
Once he was out of earshot, Tanner couldn't help himself. "You were so
going to kiss me," he said with a slight grin.
Bart gave a laugh, "yeah, I think I was."
Tanner turned to Bart and asked, "You still want to kiss?"
"Hell no."
"Me neither." They bust out laughing, though Tanner could tell Bart was
still a bit melancholy.
They sat back against the tree for a moment, when Bart asked, "What is up
with us Tanner? The things we sometime did this past summer. Now we
almost kissed each other? Ever since I got back from the beach, all I
could think about is how life sucked because you were gone."
Tanner was quiet for minute. "Same here." He let his hand drop on to
Bart's thigh. It wasn't anything provocative or insinuating; it was simply
a connection between the two of them. Tanner finally concluded, "I say we
let happen what happens; I am here for you no matter what."
Bart started to get up and Tanner followed. Together they began the trek
back to the school. After a couple of steps, Bart suddenly grabbed Tanner
in a bear hug and said, "Thank you." He held on for a moment more than let
go and started walking.
A moment later Bart spoke again; his voice subdued. "We both have things
in our past we've never talked about. Last summer we both pressed pause on
our struggles and let each other be our strength. Somehow that let the
open wounds begin to scar over." He stopped Tanner at the entrance to the
park and turned him so they were facing each other. Bart looked into
Tanner's hazel eyes and said, "I want to let you in. I want you to know
what my wound is. I need to let you know." He paused again and looked
away for a second. When he looked back, his stare intensified stressing his
next words, "I know you're not ready to share, so I won't let you. I don't
want you sharing until you know it's right."
Tanner felt a couple of tears leak out of his eyes and felt a tightness
lift from him. He hadn't even released how nervous he had become in the
last couple moments. As soon as Bart started talking about letting Tanner
in, Tanner had begun to panic. He did want to tell Bart. He WOULD tell
Bart. But he wasn't able to ... not yet. He was grateful that Bart
understood. This was why Bart was so special to him, he was the light that
kept his darkness at bay.
Bart started walking again. "After school there is something I need to
show you."
"You know I'm there," Tanner replied. They entered the school.
....
As the last bell rang, Tanner scooped up his books and headed back to his
locker. Thankfully Keith was nowhere to be found. Bart was waiting for
him when he got to his locker.
"Ready?" was all he asked. Bart didn't wait for an answer, but just turned
and started walking. Sensing the somber mood, Tanner grabbed his book bag,
closed his locker and followed. They headed out the school doors towards
the parking lot. Bart lead him to the far end where several four wheelers
were parked.
"Advantages to living on a farm, you get your own wheels early."
"You live on a farm?" Tanner asked. Forest Glade was a large small town
of around 8,000 people, surrounded by farmland and orchards. Bart just
looked at Tanner and smirked. There was quite a bit the two didn't know of
each other.
Bart set himself on the bike and handed a helmet to Tanner, saying, "Get
on."
Once Tanner was situated behind Bart, he took off, heading down an off road
trail. Tanner had never been on a four-wheeler; his parents would have
considered it far too dangerous. Tanner cut that thought out before it
could bring other memories back. He let himself get lost in the feel of
the wind and speed. He also found himself getting lost in being up against
Bart. Bart's last class was Phy Ed, and Tanner was pretty sure he hadn't
showered. They must not have done much, because he wasn't sweaty, but he
did have a stronger than usually fragrant smell rising from him -- when it
hit his nostrils, it seemed to travel straight to his midriff, bringing a
slight tingle to his body that mixed with the joy of the ride...
The trip took about ten minutes. Bart stopped at the gates of a cemetery.
It was was on top of a ridge, surrounded by numerous pine trees. "We walk
from here," he said. Tanner could almost see the weight of Bart's struggle
settle on him and grow heavier. He'd never seen Bart so sullen and sad.
He walked with slumped shoulders and a cast on his face.
Tanner found himself grabbing hold of Bart's hand. He squeezed to signal
his support. Bart's hand clamped hown hard, as if he were a drowning man
in an ocean clinging to a branch. "We don't have to do this," Tanner
whispered.
Bart stopped and Tanner stopped with him. With a sigh, Bart whispered
back, "Yes, we do." And he started walking again.
A five minute walk later brought them to a grave site that, though
overgrown with grass, was not completely settled. On the east side of the
grave was a cement foundation with no grave marker. Bart stood and stared
at the unsettled area, his face blanching and becoming white as a ghost.
Tanner felt him sway a little. He moved in and put his arm around Tanner
for support, then urged him to sit down on the ground. Bart acquiesced
without resisting.
Tanner kept his arm over Bart's shoulder as they faced the mound. He felt
Bart begin to shake slightly. Tanner move his hand to rub Bart's back
reassuringly. Several minutes passed and Bart began to speak. His voice
was lifeless and filled with sadness.
"We were up at the State Swim meet. Mikey was staying with the team, I had
a room with my dad. My dad told me he had to make a courrier run that
morning and would be back in a couple of hours. He suggested I join
Mikey's team for breakfast in the in the hotel lobby restaurant. He left,
I got dressed and headed down.
I found Mikey at a booth sitting with this kid Andy. He's a senior this
year. I swear the two of them were acting strange ... goofy strange, you
know? Like they knew an inside joke that only made sense to them. Mikey was
walking on cloud nine ... I can still picture this shit eating grin he had,
it just wouldn't leave his face."
Tanner was looking at Bart, giving him his full attention. He could see
Bart's dark eyes begin to get misty.
"They were pretty much ignoring me, so I figured I'd get my mp3 player out
and listen to some tunes. That's when I realized I didn't have my ear
buds. After I thought about it, I realized I'd left them in Dad's car. I
mumbled shit or something, and Mikey looked up at my curse. We're not
allowed to swear at home."
Bart, who had been staring at the ground, turned his face towards Tanner
and asked, "You ever been to a swim meet?"
"No, can't say I have."
"They are boring as all get out... I was not looking forward to sitting in
the stands all day with nothing to listen to. Anyway, Mikey asked what was
wrong and I told him. He mentioned that there was a gas station across the
street that probably sold earbuds. ..."
Bart faltered; his eyes were more than misty now, wet streaks were forming
on his cheeks. His voice lowered several notches in volume. Tanner had to
lean in to hear.
"I told him ...." Bart trailed off.
"I ... I told him ..." Again he hesitated, but then continued in a rush,
like he was attempting to rip off a well stuck band aid. "I told him that
if I had to sit through his boring swim meet, the least he could do is run
over there and get a pair for me."
Bart went dead still. Suddenly, like a dam bursting, Bart gasped out "He
said, `Sure.'" And with that Bart began to sob uncontrollably. His body
shook as he clutched his chest and rocked back and forth. Tanner pulled
Bart over to him, wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders. Bart sank
into the embrace and ended up with his head against Tanner's chest, the
weeping continuing unabated.
Three or four minutes passed. The sobbing slowly ebbed, but didn't stop.
Bart continued, "When he didn't come back after a half hour, I didn't think
too much about it at first. I walked out the front door lobby to see if I
could see him ... I saw the ambulance, ... and a gurney ... and then Mikey
..." Bart stopped. He was staring off, like he was reliving the memory.
He managed to continue after a moment, "Mikey was laying on it.. On the
gurney ... I saw red on his face...
"I ran like I've never run before. A doc or something grabbed a hold of me
and kept me back .... I finally said I'm his brother or something.... "
Bart stopped and sobbed softly for a bit. Tanner brushed his hair and
continued to hold him.
"He ... He .... Said there was nothing they could do...." Bart shed a
couple more tears, but then calmed. He remained where he was, yet Tanner
could tell he was settling down. He'd gotten the worst out.
"It's my fault he's dead, Tanner. If I hadn't sent him. If I'd gone
instead..."
Tanner wasn't sure what to say, other than, "Bart, you are a good man. You
loved your brother. He loved you. Sometimes, you have to be content with
that."
Bart was quiet again for several minutes, then he sat up and took hold of
Tanner's hand. He turned his body towards Tanner, who did the same towards
Bart so that they were now sitting crossed legged across from each other.
Bart began to rub Tanner's hand and, looking right into Tanner's hazel eyes
said, "That's the first time I've cried since Mikey's died. You'd think
I'd feel worse having said this, but it's better. Thank-you." Bart leaned
in and kissed Tanner on the cheek then leaned back. They continued to hold
hands, being content in each other's company.
"I think I'm ready for one more thing, if you're willing..." Bart
finally said.
"Whatever you need, Bart."
"My parents want me to be here when the gravestone is laid, but I
couldn't even force myself to come to the gravesite, let alone stand here
why they placed a marker. I think I'm ready now, but I want to go see it
and I want you to come with me."
"Lead the way," Tanner replied as answer. As they got up and
started walking, Bart continued to hold onto Tanner's hand.
The monument maker was located at the edge of town, another 10 minute ride
on the four-wheeler. Surrounding the building were several grave markers
of different hues and sizes. Bart scanned them until he found Mikey's.
Pulling Tanner lightly by the hand, they went over to it.
Michael Derrick "Mikey" Allen
Born: October 8, 2010
Died March 3, 2025.
Tanner's eyes stopped dead on the date of death -- MARCH 3, 2025.
It couldn't be ... But the state swim meet ... it's in the capital ... He
started to feel light-headed ... images flashed in his mind ... he heard a
BANG ... the world began to spin .... white powder filled the car ... and
then there was a THUD ... Tanner had only one thought as darkness closed in
and he slipped into darkness, "I killed Mikey!"
More to come....
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